To admit, I am totally stumped. I could read oxymorons in the first two lines - surgeons' "blunt" knives and "siesta" during eventful days - in fact, reading the first two lines, I thought the poem should be titled "Lives of Paradoxes" or "Lives of Oxymorons." I can understand how you compare synonyms to blunt knives, very apt indeed, but "blunt edges" of knives don't live and die, and that is the connotation I could read from it. I told you, I am kinda stupid. Also, my pedantic mind doesn't allow "cry" to be an adjective :).

lolyes it is absurd..without rules..and it was intended..that was why I was seeking your help..It just simply refuses to get tamed.."with expressions neither smile nor cry" was the earlier one..but when i tried to read it separetely "wry expressions" and "expressions that could cry"( yes used as a verb)..i wanted to know (though it is improper)what feeling we will get when changing "lanes"while rollerskating..and about "surgeon's knives" and living and dying..you are absolutely right. I feel now that it convey the wrong feeling.but how will I correct it?i have a change..please read

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In each word i type,there is me.Even i claim that it is the world that is being described here and blah blah.. the truth is obvious. i may just pick some 'good' 'me's from the world which is inside me.There is always the 'bad' and the 'ugly'.I just keep them with me because it is my headache to deal with them, not yours.